I was following the Divine Will in Its acts, in everything It had done in the order of the whole Creation, from the beginning of the world up to the present. But while I was doing this, I thought to myself: “What is past is not in my power, therefore it seems avwaste of time to me to go on tracing what has passed.”
At that moment, my sweet Jesus moved in my interior, telling me: “My daughter, for one who does My Will and lives in It,vall times and all places are hers. My Supreme Will loses nothing of what It does, and with Its own unique power, It does the act and Itvpreserves it within Itself, intact and beautiful, just as It did it. So, one who lives in My Supreme Will finds in It the order of all Its acts, as if It were doing them at that very instant; and the soul, uniting herself with It, does what My Volition is doing.
“This is all the delight, the satisfaction, the glory of My Will—that while Its Acts are Eternal, the littleness of the creature who lives in It takes Eternity in her power, and finding the Acts of her Creator as though in act, she repeats with Him, she loves, she glorifies the endlessness of the Acts of He who created her, and so a contest of works, a contest of love and of glory is formed between them. Therefore, the times of Creation are at her disposal, as well as the place of the terrestrial Eden; she has the times of My Incarnation, of My Passion, and Bethlehem, Nazareth and Calvary are not far from her. Past, distance, do not exist for her, but everything is present and near.
“Even more, you must know that My Will gives the Unity of everything to the soul, and just as My Will, while being one, does everything, in the same way, the soul who possesses the Divine Unity encloses within herself the thoughts of all, the words, works, steps and heartbeats of all, as if they were one alone, in such a way that My Will finds in her all generations and the single acts of each one, just as It finds them within Itself. Oh! how the steps of this chosen creature can be recognized—how sweet is her treading.
“She goes before her God, but she never goes alone—she carries the treading of the steps of all within her steps. Her voice contains the notes of all human voices, and—oh! what a beautiful harmony she forms in Our Will. Her heartbeat unleashes little flames for as many creatures as have come out to the existence of life. Oh! how she delights Us—we amuse ourselves together, she is Our dear jewel, the reflection of Our works, the image of Our Life. This is why I want My Will to reign in the creature—to fill her with all of Its Acts. In fact, when It does not reign, the void of Its Acts is formed in her, and—oh! how terrible is the void of a Divine Will in the creature. It is like a dry land, full of rocks, without sun and without water, that is terrifying to look at. And how many there are of these voids in the creature; and when I find one who lives in My Will, I make feast, for I can fill her with all the Acts of My Will. …”